My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Now?" I asked. What was wrong with Hendrix? He obviously wanted to torment me.

Josiah was still lying on the sofa, with dark circles that were heavier than usual. It seemed like he didn't sleep well lately. I sighed, "I'll cook and deliver it later. You can stay here tonight and rest. The guest rooms are empty, feel free to sleep in either one of them. Make sure to rest properly."

How bored was Hendrix to send his own friend on such a ridiculous errand?

Josiah nodded, perhaps out of exhaustion, he simply shut his eyes and rested on the sofa instead.

I headed to the kitchen and made some porridge. When I came out from the kitchen, Josiah was still lying on the sofa, breathing evenly. He must be fast asleep.

I alone couldn't help him to the guest room upstairs, so I went ahead and grabbed some pillows and a blanket for him.

It was already an hour later when the porridge was ready. I rushed to the hospital with the porridge and went to Hendrix's ward.

Hendrix was still awake. He was wearing a blue-striped hospital gown, his head wrapped in gauze, and several wounds on his body had also formed scabs.

He looked disarranged, yet he still was as handsome.

guessed that he was hungry, so

can't eat anything else, so I cooked you

staring at me, and

his head lowered

Seeing that he was a

him, Josiah didn't have to come all the way to me for some

I sat at

still angry at me?"

shut. I asked

return twice as much for certain things!" He was calm but his tone

asked, "Do you plan to do this for the rest

at me with his eyes darkened and said, "Nope. This will be the

laughed out loud as I rubbed my chin and commented, "Habits

Andrea, Hendrix had done too many out

I glanced at the porridge in his hand and

of the porridge. He then looked at me calmly and asked, "Are you worried about me getting into an accident?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ